The nostalgia of a moment’s love can be an illusionary precipice from which we fall from truth; in heartbreak, what we escape to in the past is what tortures us in the present.
Fall. Stand. Learn. Adapt.
Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest.
It is not what you can do for your country, but what you can do for all of mankind.
The bittersweet about truth is that nothing could be more hurtful, yet nothing could be more helpful.
Dreams are what guide us, art is what defines us, math is what makes it all possible, and love is what lights our way.
Beethoven said that it’s better to hit the wrong note confidently, than hit the right note unconfidently. Never be afraid to be wrong or to embarrass yourself; we are all students in this life, and there is always something more to learn.
Few suffer more than those who refuse to forgive themselves.
Risk is the factor of a stratagem measured by what man is powerless to control.
One of the greatest evils is the foolishness of a good man. For the giving man to withhold helping someone in order to first assure personal fortification is not selfish, but to elude needless self-destruction; martyrdom is only practical when the thought is to die, else a good man faces the consequence of digging a hole from which he cannot escape, and truly helps no one in the long run.